The Life Of A Solitary Man Will

To Neglect At Any Time Preparation For Death Is To Sleep On Our Post At A Siege; To Omit It In Old Age Is To Sleep At An Attack.

There Seems To Be A Strange Affectation In Authors Of Appearing To Have Done Everything By Chance.

Terrestrial Happiness Is Of Short Duration. The Brightness Of The Flame Is Wasting Its Fuel; The Fragrant Flower Is Passing Away In Its Own Odors.

A Newswriter Is A Man Without Virtue, Who Lies At Home For His Own Profit.

A Man's Mind Grows Narrow In A Narrow Place.